Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kazakhstan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Hasil Adkins to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Mo-Dettes,
Audionom,
The Toasters,
Theoretical Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Royal Trux,
Lungfish,
Vainqueur,
the Association,
Livin' Joy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Bluetip,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fat Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chrome,
Arcadia,
Vladislav Delay,
Piero Umiliani,
Barbara Tucker,
Scientists,
The Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Duran Duran,
FM Einheit,
Brass Construction,
Inner City,
Dead Boys,
The Fugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Carl Craig,
the Swans,
Fatback Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oneida,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
The Victims,
Thompson Twins,
Underground Resistance,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Residents,
F. McDonald,
Thee Headcoats,
Charles Mingus,
The Gun Club,
Mission of Burma,
The Saints,
Ten City,
Skarface,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Kinks,
Kenny Larkin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.